Light and Dark

Disclaimer: *points to other stories* I also don't own Rosaline. That character belongs to Kirbywarriorsfan122.

A/N: GuessingFan: Thanks for liking this story so far. I was actually looking for matrimony, but they all mean marriage too, so technically, you did get this right, and you get the cookies.

Sorry if this chapter has been delayed. Writer's block.

9/20/16- Did a minor edit on story.

Chapter 4: Dreams and Nightmares: The Knight is the Key

Sierra was flying into the night. She looked around for a few minutes. Sierra saw that she was still above the woods. A frustrated groan escaped from the Angel of Darkness. In the darkness of the night, illuminated by the crescent moon, she saw the small village of Cappytown. A smirk came across her face as she descended to the village. She floated above the Fountain of Dreams.

"Eat nightmares, Son of Midnight!" Sierra yelled. An orb of Dark magic formed in her right hand, growing ever so larger. Once it was slightly larger than a basketball, Sierra launched it in the air like one serving a volleyball. It burst when it went through a cloud. The sky, which was already obscured slightly by clouds in the sky, went pitch black.

Sierra's evil grin grew when she saw all of the light from the stars become choked out from the Dark magic orb. She flew back towards her hideout. Forming another magic orb in her hands, she peered at Meta Knight, who was still sleeping soundly.

"Sleep now, little knight, for it will be the last peaceful rest you will attain," Then Sierra stared at Meta Knight. She shook her head. "You are blissfully unaware of it, aren't you? You don't even know you are the key! I almost feel pity for you." She kept staring, knowing her plan was going to work.

All it took was just one word...

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Meanwhile, in the castle, a lot of people were awake, primarily King Dedede, the kids, and Skyla. Callie, Tiff, Tuff, Kirby, and Victoria were looking outside a window. Or, Callie was, at least. She noticed the sky had gotten darker in a matter of minutes. It concerned her greatly.

"Hey, you guys. Doesn't look a little darker outside to y'all?" She asked. Victoria walked beside her with Kirby following. "Yeah, it does. Maybe a storm's coming. What do you think, Kirby?" Victoria asked. "Kaabi t'ink it pwobabwy stowm. But t'ose cwouds wook too scawwy to be stowm cwouds." "You got a fair point, Kirby. But... something doesn't feel right... if only I could talk to Meta Knight, but he's asleep."

"Yeah. But wait, what about Skyla? She's an experienced warrior too." Tiff suggested. "Yeah? Well, she's going nearly insane trying to find those six journals, and they got four. If those dang messages were all in one journal, that'd make things a load easier." Callie said with a scowl on her face.

"It's like the journals on "Gravity Falls". Some secrets are too powerful for one man, and I guess the secrets of Farrah and Sierra are very powerful!" Victoria said with a grin on her face. "Yeah, says the girl that quotes stupid junk from cartoons..." Callie mumbled under her breath. Then she spoke up saying, "I'm gonna talk to Skyla, maybe she senses this strange dark feeling in the air."

"Callie, you may be hanging out with Sir Meta Knight too much, and he isn't the definition of fun. Why don't you have fun with us?" Tuff asked with a dopey grin. "Yeah, thanks, I value the input, but I'd rather be with a cool adult. 'Cuz, being with adults is all I've ever known." And Callie walked towards Skyla, leaving the bewildered kids staring at each other.

"Excuse me, Skyla?" Skyla looked down from her seat when she heard the voice. She saw Callie with a look of worry on her face.

"Yes? Is there something you need, Callie?" Skyla asked. "There's something wrong. I sense it in the air. It feels more sinister than usual." "It does. I was sure I wasn't the only one that noticed. I'd hate to awaken my brother after his physical strength was strained so badly in that fusion. More than likely, with how events have unfolded, this may involve him. Let's go. I just hope my brother is alright. The air seems... dark." And the two Puffals walked off.

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(Meta Knight's P.O.V)

Darkness. All I see is inky blackness for miles. This is just a dark, depressing void, the space in my dreams. Of course, when one has only dark dreams, you wonder if there is any Light to help you at all. It's saddening. Farrah has all of her trust in me, believing that I am a perfect man whose Light outshines the other Star Warriors. What a fool she is. What a fool I am for letting this go on.

I was around to save her. She might not have been able to fend for herself with how weak she was after her fight with Sierra. She put so much faith in me, thinking my Light was powerful. It was how I was able to fuse with Farrah, but I had doubts.

It should have been Kirby. His Light is as pure as Farrah's, if not purer. That is sincerely saying something, considering Farrah is literally, a being of Light. My inner demons prevent me from being pure. Every dark event ever experienced in my life is a contribution to this miserable darkness. Death and betrayal, lies and deceit; those are the darkest things one could go through, and I have seen all of it.

I see a blurred image. Colors of blue, purple, and black. This darkness goes on and on for miles. The haziness becomes clearer, and I began to see things... horrible things. Souls were floating all around me... souls of those close to me. I see images of my deceased comrades from the war, my deceased mother and father, and even my deceased wife, Mira. Mira's spirit sunk to the ground, forming the body of the spirit's host. She looked lifeless, her eyes were blacker than her hair. Her skin looked cold and clammy; like it did when she perished. A wolfish and horrifying grin grew on her face.

"There is no escape, Son of Midnight... no escape!" The ghost spoke, with a voice that sounded nothing like Mira. In fact, it sounded devilish and evil, but... oddly hypnotic. It sounded like a voice I knew, yet I could not name it. The ghost grinned again, and, with a snap of the fingers on her gloves, I felt my arms and my feet become entangled in psychic chains. Anger rose within me, and I shouted at the ghost in my native language.

"Vae vobis canis! Si invenire, nequando rapiat membris!"* Apparently, she understood what I said, and laughed with a blood chilling and arrogant tone to her voice. "Oh, such colorful language, Meta! How can you tear me limb from limb, when you are all tied up?" And she began laughing again. "What a fool you are! There is no escape. Now... let me just fish around and find your darkest memories." Then the ghost walked off. Dark, wispy tendrils began shuffling around as the spirit took each step. I had a look of horror as the tendrils went my way.

"Meta! Meta! Wake up!" A voice screamed, halting the wispy tendrils. They were an inch from my face and forehead. "Meta!" Yelled the voice again. It sounded like... Skyla. Good NOVA, what is happening?! I thought in dismay. "Meta Knight! Wake up! Wake up!" I knew that voice as well. Callie is with Skyla? They could help. But, I can't wake up. Something is keeping me from waking!

"WAKE UP!" The two shouted in unison. The chains broke as a flash of white light obscured everything.

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I awoke with a start. I heard my own heartbeat pounding in my head over my panicked and shaky breathing. Great NOVA above, that was horrible! I had never experienced fear this bad during the war and this was just a nightmare? What's going on?

"What... happened?" I asked, my voice shaking. "You were having a nightmare, and there was a massive amount of Dark energy in this room. It seemed to dissipate when you awoke. It looked like it was probing your mind."

"It was..." I mumbled, lower than what Skyla could hear. "What was that?" "I said it was, Skyla. Something was probing my darkest memories, and it took the form of Mira to do so. It was one of the most horrible things I have ever seen." I spoke, a shudder escaping from my lips. "I bet it was. Meta Knight, are you gonna be OK? You're gonna have to get some rest."

"That's a bad idea, Callie. We know the Dark energy sensed in the air was after something, and that is Meta's darkest memories. All evidence points to Sierra. She drained the woods of any sign of life, possibly to gather Dark energy. Now, there's a suspicious sinister feeling in the air along with the nightmare Meta just had. We need Light energy to shield him from anymore Dark energies that try to probe his psyche."

"What about Farrah?" Callie asked. "Yes. Yes! We need Farrah. If Sierra's Dark magic can go into Meta's mind and directly affect his dreams, then so can Farrah's. Could you get her, please?" "Yes ma'am."

And Callie walked off to get Farrah, not returning for a little while. Skyla shifted uncomfortably in the seat she was sitting on.

"I-I don't know why this is happening to you. What could Sierra want with your memories?" "She probably desires them to strengthen her Dark magic. My memories are so saddening and bleak, Sierra could use them for her to achieve the next level of her Dark powers."

"That seems very plausible," Then Skyla sighed. "How bad have things gotten for you in the 993 years we have been apart?" I sighed solemnly. "I don't wish to say. My closest friends have perished in the war, my beloved wife was killed. You were around when Mother died, but not Father. He died a couple years after you left because of a demonbeast." I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears began to form. I wiped them away with a scowl on my face. Callie walked into the room with Farrah.

"Here's Farrah." She said. "You need my help to protect your mind from Sierra's influence?" "Yes, please. Do you not sense the Dark magic in the air?" "I do. Here. Let my Healing Light shine in this room! Let the Darkness be no more!" And with that, Farrah's diamond gem in her left hand began to shine. Wispy tendrils similar to Sierra's came out, but the touched me in a caressing manner. How strange. My eyes grew heavier. Farrah walked towards me, her silver eyes looking directly into mine. She placed a soft kiss on my forehead, and walked off. I shut my eyes and let the Light magic enter my mind as Callie and Skyla left the room.

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A warm light is what I see now. A clear, white, warm, and soothing light. I feel something soft on my back, then I look around and see that I am lying down in a field of flowers. They had the scent of lavender and a variant of dragon flower. I got up off the ground and literally saw a beauteous expanse of flowers. There was a Puffal standing in the distance. I walked towards the Puffal. It was a female child, about six years of age. She wore a white head scarf that had a rose clipped to it. She turned around.

"Meta! Long time no see, old friend!" She said. I recognized who the young girl was immediately. It was my old friend, Rosaline, only... she was a child. It's strange that I might be an adult in my dream, and I see a friend whom I haven't seen in years.

"Come with me! I found something you might wanna see! Please?" She asked, giving me puppy dog eyes. "Sure, kiddo." I reply with a smile. Rosaline beamed when I said that. She grabbed my wrist, and we ran through the field.

We ran through the field of flowers; the petals brushing against the skin of our feet as we ran. It lasted for a long time, until we came across a forest. It had trees that towered over the both of us. We were filled with awe.

"Is this where you found the thing you want to show me, Rosaline?" I asked. "Mhmm! Follow me!" And Rosaline grabbed my arm, and we started into the forest. We kept running and running and running and running for the longest possible time. Until...

We stopped at a grand temple's entrance. Rosaline let go of my wrist and stood at the temple's entrance. I was in awe of just being in the temple's presence. It was fifteen feet tall, had columns of marble that looked as if they were handcrafted by a master's hands. A statue stood proud and tall. It reminded me of Tiff and Farrah but in one being.

"Well? Go in. I brought you here for a reason, Meta." Rosaline said. I couldn't say anything, as I was speechless. "I... I... I don't know. Why should I be here? It's glorious, yet so scary at the same time." I said. "She's waiting for you. She wants to see you, Meta. Don't be afraid. Just go in." She urged. I looked at Rosaline, then at the temple, then at Rosaline again. I smiled at her and as I walked in, the final thing I said to her was this:

"Farewell, Young Rosaline. See you in the heavens." And then, I walked into the temple.

A bright flash of light was all I saw afterwards. Nothing but white could be seen for miles. I wandered around in this expanse for a while, until a figure was seen. She was seven feet tall. She had long white hair that looked as if it were floating. She looked very familiar. The dress was familiar, the bright white glow was familiar. I think I knew who it was. It was Farrah, but she looked... different. The light subsided, and Farrah's figure was revealed. Her eyes were completely white. Her hair was floating like how I saw it in the silhouette. Farrah also looked older, and much more powerful.

"Meta Knight," Farrah said. Even her voice showed signs of maturity. "You are the key." "The key to what?" "You are the key. You will have to find it out on your own."

Key? I am the key? The key to what? I had no idea what she meant. But whatever it was, it sounded quite important. I needed to figure out what she meant by that. No matter what it takes...

No matter what it takes...

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(3rd Person View)

Callie and Skyla were in the throne room. They were looking at the four journals in their possession. They were all opened to the pages where the Prophecies are. Skyla was quickly getting more and more frustrated as she looked at them. Without the last two journals, she was basically at a stump in the road.

"Dammit! Dammit to NOVA! Without the last two journals, we can't find out who the key is. I would be able to look through Journal 6 for the answer, but the qualities of the man or woman who is the key to this whole thing are what are listed on this page, other than what would happen to end this whole conflict."

"Well, if we need all of the journals to end this, then we're dead, aren't we?" Then Skyla looked at Callie with an incredulous and shocked look. "Callie..." "How long have these journals been lost? This is, like, the only time in possibly, thousands of years, that they are brought together again, right?" Callie asked. Skyla nodded. "Then what's the freaking point in looking for something that's possibly destroyed?"

"Actually, Callie, that isn't the case." Spoke a voice not far from the two. Callie and Skyla turned around and saw Escargoon slithering their way, with a grim and taciturn look in his eyes and an unknown object behind his back.

"Escargoon? Why would you offer to help us? Aren't you just Dedede's lackey?" Skyla asked. "That truth is just something I don't want to talk about right now. Skyla... I've been waiting way too long to present this." And from behind his back, he showed them a leather book, about the same color as the journals. He turned it around, showing a golden star with the number 5 on it.

"I've held this in my room for a while. I bought it from an old friend of mine, a psychic named Desiree. She had this journal and never really understood the writings in it, until she came across a page in it that spoke about the prophecy. Then, I see Meta Knight reading out of another one of these strange journals before you arrived, Skyla, and well... when everything arose, it was clear these events were connected."

"I believe they are. What does the passage about the Prophecy say?" "Well...

"There is a key to end the war. A descendant of Sir Jasper. He is able to fuse with both Farrah and Sierra. He is known simply as the Devil's Advocate, a man who could see both sides of Good and Bad, of Light and Dark. The descendant should be able to fuse with both Farrah and Sierra, much like how his ancestor did thousands of years ago."

"... But that isn't all. This piece of the prophecy also talks about the fusions. Should I read on?" "Go ahead. It might shed some light on how Meta and Farrah were able to fuse." Skyla said. The snail nodded his head and continued reading.

"The two fusions each combine the sum of the Descendant's strength with that of each Angel. Both possible fusions are frighteningly powerful. If the Descendant has a good noble heart with a past that shows it, a fusion with Farrah would be a godsend.

The Fusion of Light, otherwise named Dawn Knight, as per, the dawn of a new, peaceful era, represents the Good. She would be powerful enough to raise Farrah up to the next evolution of her abilities of Light. Even more so if the Descendant is pure of heart.

The Fusion of Darkness, however, if Sierra were to fuse with a Descendant with a dark past, yet has a noble heart, her Dark power will corrupt the Good. It will leave the Descendant weakened and, if they are ever able to unfuse, unable to fend for himself or herself for many moons to come.."

"Well that last part hardly made sense to me, but I guess that if Sierra was able to fuse with Meta Knight, that would be bad, right?" "Of course it would. But if Sierra is just firing her attacks from the shadows, we have nothing to fear at the moment. If she were to start on the offensive, that would be catastrophic." Then Skyla shut the journals and took Journal 5 from Escargoon.

"Thank you for your assistance, Escargoon. Every new piece of the puzzle we find will assist us greatly." And Skyla took the journals and walked off.

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Sierra growled with extreme anger when she figured out that her Dark magic was negated. Farrah had gotten in the way of her plans, AGAIN! If her goody two-shoes little sister was going to win AGAIN, Farrah had a death wish in Sierra's dark gray eyes.

"It looks like I have to go directly to my target. Farrah's already got a lot of her strength back. I have to stop sitting here, biding my time." Then she started chuckling, then it escalated to laughing, then to cackling.

"I'm stronger now than I ever was! Just the peeking of his dark memories gave me an immense drink of strength. Now... it is time...!" And Sierra flew off towards Cappytown, ready to create chaos.

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A/N: Finally got this chapter done. There are two *s this time, meaning there are two things to guess. Well, one is another translate thing. Cookies to the people who could do the guess what the translate thing means.